Volume Ii Part 6 (1/2)

_Abd_. Sir, I have done, and beg your royal Pardon.

_King_. Come, _Philip_, give him your Hand.

_Phil_. I can forgive without a Ceremony.

_King_. And to confirm ye Friends, I invite you all to Night to banquet with me; Pray see you give Attendance--Come, Brother, You must along with us.

[_Exeunt all but_ Abd. Queen _and Women_.

_Qu_. Leave me-- [_To the Women, who go out_.

Now my dear Moor.

_Abd_. Madam.

_Qu_. Why dost thou answer with that cold Reserve-- Is that a Look--an Action for a Lover?

_Abd_. Ah, Madam--

_Qu_. Have I not taken off thy Banishment?

Restor'd thee to thy former State and Honours?

Nay, and heap'd new ones too, too mighty for thy Hopes; And still to raise thee equal to this Heart, Where thou must ever reign.

_Abd_. 'Tis true, my bounteous Mistress, all this you've done-- But--

_Qu_. But what, my _Abdelazer_?

_Abd_. I will not call it to your Memory.

_Qu_. What canst thou mean?

_Abd_. Why was the King remov'd?

_Qu_. To make thy way more easy to my Arms.

_Abd_. Was that all?

_Qu_. All!

_Abd_. Not but it is a Blessing G.o.ds would languish for-- But as you've made it free, so make it just.

_Qu_. Thou mean'st, marry thee.

_Abd_. No, by the G.o.ds-- [_Aside_.

Not marry thee, unless I were a King.

_Qu_. What signifies the Name to him that rules one?

_Abd_. What use has he of Life, that cannot live Without a Ruler?

_Qu_. Thou wouldst not have me kill him.

_Abd_. Oh, by no means, not for my wretched Life!

What, kill a King!--forbid it, Heaven: Angels stand like his Guards about his Person.

The King!